sorry!	22 Apr 06 @ 08:52
Ooop! I might have pushed 'enter' too fast last time. Don't know how I managed to ZAP out of existence the rhapsody I'd written, but it's lost in space now. Sad. What I meant was "Yesterday I finally found a method that works to kill my insomnia", and it was followed by a few paragraphs about my callipygous fiancé and how awed and trippy I get just picturing him naked and spread and open to all the touching my mind can summon: seriously, that's what I did to fall asleep - and it's better than sex, er, jacking off I mean, because if I jerk off it kinda wakes me up. Anyway. Sorry for the bad posting, I was in a hurry! I am, still, I gotta leave now if I wanna hike to the set and be on time. I'll try to expose my new method later! It's not going to be of a lot of use to people not-in-love-with-Dom, but it can be adapted. :-)
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Shearing tips	21 Apr 06 @ 13:43
Do you have anti-insomnia techniques? Special sheep counting or other ritual things to do when sleep won't come? I don't, not really. ( Read more... )
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Email to Bob [oc]	06 Feb 06 @ 16:05
From: elijah.wood@establishment.rpg To: Bob! [itsnotlikethat@geemail.org] Subject: Re: RE: Re: Catch! ( Body )
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Each Into the Other - D/E	23 Dec 05 @ 00:10
[voyeurs only - warning for bloodplay] Not too long after this, in Oahu. * Saturday morning is a little lonely. Elijah wakes up full of vim and vigor and pulls together a complete breakfast and coffee; he hauls it all on a tray into the bedroom and puts on some classic funk. But even bass-thumping beats and crumpets wafted under his nose don't rouse Dom, who only mutters in his sleep and disappears further into the blankets. Elijah crunches toast and sips coffee, mildly disgruntled; it's not exactly the fun morning he'd imagined. Dom worked late the night before, and Lij wanted to treat him a little, but it's hard to treat an unconscious lump. ( people juice! )
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Surprises - Dom/Elijah	29 Nov 05 @ 13:50
[voyeurs only] Some time in recent memory, Oahu. * Dom's been making his way through the house no less noisily than usual, following his post-work routine: he parked the car and slammed the door, dumped stuff in the tiled entrance hallway - keys in the copper bowl on the console and shoes on the floor, respectively - and now he rummages in the kitchen for a glass of cold unsweetened green tea. It hits him after the last gulp that Elijah's not yet come out of wherever he's hiding, and that the stereo's silent. At this time of the day it normally croons some mellow indie-rock or thirties vocal jazz, depending on which kick he's on. ( What?! )
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[email to zooey]	12 Oct 05 @ 18:53
To: zooey@establishment.rpg From: elijah@establishment.rpg Subject: Email to the rescue! ( Body )
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Punchdrunk Lovesick Singalong - [D/E, August retcon]	23 Sep 05 @ 19:48
[voyeurs only] Somewhere nicely quiet and off path in Epping Forest, near London - August 20th. * "What d'you think of a picnic?" Dom asks, draping himself over the back of Elijah's chair and wrapping his arms around Lij's shoulders. Elijah looks up from prodding at his PDA. He's probably more surprised than he should be; it's mostly that he keeps expecting one of them to break down and acknowledge that they need to get serious about packing. He's kind of dreading it. They've both been relatively free this summer. Dom's had press junkets and promotion for Lost, but compared to his demanding shooting schedule in Oahu, it was smooth sailing. Elijah managed to get on top of most of his meetings and obligations before they came to London, and besides some leisurely interviews and the usual phone conferences, emails, and reading, he's had his days mostly clear. They've travelled a lot, they've been busy, but it was a mellow kind of busy... it makes all the difference when they're setting their own timetables. ( Whatever makes you happy ) "Everything smells good," says Lij, "'s nice..." He sounds about ten years younger with that note of drowsy contentment... No, six years. He sounds like the kid in Frodo garb who used to snuggle against the closest comfy shoulder for his happy on-set nap, like the just-grown child actor who marvelled sleepily at the sunrise day in and day out, awed to see it despite the whole chore of rising at an ungodly hour for Feet. Dom breathes deep, looks up into the trees. "It does. I love it. I'm glad we didn't bring music after all. Hear those birds...?" ( Whatever you want )
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[public] Blame it on the boogie	21 Sep 05 @ 15:11
Oahu! Bless this island; it's not home, exactly, but it feels like it anyhow since Dom's there with me (or the other way around, rather), and it's better than LA to just let go and shed the sticky premiere - festival - premiere - convention - premiere - signing - photoshoot - premiere - interviews - premiere - new city - phone interview - premiere - airplane - airplane - airplane skin that badly needed to be sloughed off. A whole month of it, give or take a few days. For the curious, it went something like Edinburgh -> London -> Toronto -> Orlando -> Venezia -> Toronto -> LA -> Chicago -> NYC -> Philadelphia -> LA, though I'm not making any promises as to the accuracy of that, because the back and forth in limos and planes and taxis (and plaaaaaaanes) tends to blur it all in my tired little mind. Oh, there was a day in Paris in the middle somewhere, after Italy, I think. The Mostra's very impressive, and it was my first time in Venice; I'd have liked to have more time to explore. Illuminated got a very warm reception, too, and the weather was great. The conventions (two! what was I thinking!) went well; the press has been nice so far to both films we were premiering all over the place; I still love Canada; Chicago seems cool (never went there before! I really need to travel properly more). I wish I could've gone to this show, but there's just too much to do at once. All the time, though, between rote sentences about hooligans and Jonathan collector cum fish-out-of-water Foer (no, I didn't read the book, yes, I swear I'm a literate guy, some; no, I've never been in an actual fight but I can fake them plenty well enough for edgy rough sex, thankyouverymuch), there's one thing helped me sustain the rhythm, that made it almost easy to be away from Dom— one thing I was impatient to babble about and managed not to 'cause it also felt good to have it as a secret, our own thing. I can let it go now, release it in the world - or at least in here, you're a discreet bunch, aren't you - and only feel the joy of it magnified through that instead of diminished. It's easy, holding Dom's hand as he takes his half-hour grumpy sort of nap post traveling back from the Emmys: we're getting married. Don't ask me when or why, I can't answer either. *g* All I know is Dominic asked and I ridiculously swooned and spluttered and crushed him with hugs, and then we spent the last of our days together in London marvelling at it, plus everyday since going 'engaged!' and 'husband!' at each other through voicemail, text messages and emails. I know, I know, we're both big girl's blouses™. It makes us happy, so, what? That's all, folks. Newsflash over. ;-) ps: Yes, we each wear a ring. There was some getting down on knees and everything, sort of. No, they don't match. But we do! *g* Mood: Fan-Fucking-tastic Music: Amon Tobin - Mighty Micro People
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[private] Seatbelt testing	14 Aug 05 @ 11:10
( Fri 05/08/05 ) All I know is I feel like this, and it's unsettling. The club almost seems less welcoming because of it, less safe, less mine. I bet Christina would understand.. If she doesn't rip my head off for being full of self-important, arrogant shit. ( Sat. 13/08/05 ) Music: Neutral Milk Hotel - The Fool

[public] Surfacing	22 Jul 05 @ 19:57
Hey there! Thought I'd drop by... It's an interesting summer so far. A lot of little things and some bigger ones, curve balls that didn't quite bowl us over but jostled and rankled-- There's been time for quite a lot of unsuspected introspection, stuff going on in the back of my mind even when I wasn't really aware of it. I feel like I've learned to walk again, maybe like I've learned how to keep my balance on the deck of a boat, finally, found my sea legs. ( what I did for my holidays ) Music: Death Cab For Cutie - This Temporary Life
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[public]	07 Jul 05 @ 19:43
Talk about dealing in hot and cold. Yesterday we went out to celebrate the Olympics and now this-- God, worst hangover ever. For those who might have worried for us, we're still in Manchester with Dominic's family, and so, quite obviously far from harm. Shaken but okay; or maybe I'm the only one shaken still, as it appears the British stiff upper lip is truly not a legend. I don't think I'd ever quite expected to see their national sense of pride and humor kick in at this scale, it's amazing to witness, despite the horrible, tragic quality of the events We spent part of the day, like everybody else, trying to get hold of our close ones in London, and eventually managed. Our friend Chris, it turns out, travels on the bus line that was targeted, but he's off work this week to work on his house. I got through to Carrie-Anne's voicemail at first, and later got a call back reassuring us that the entire household, newborn included, is okay-- and I see now that Jason posted as much. Dom got through to Jude just a little bit before Ewan texted me back and they're okay, too, and dealing with the same network-checking we all are, of course. We've had enough of tea for the day, here, and are switching back to beer. I pray there's nothing worse to sober us up tomorrow than happened today. I can't even fathom the consequences of this yet, and don't trust in my ability to make educated international politics guesses. Not in the mood, really... I feel like giving you all a warm hug, soppy Yank that I am. Be blessed, be well, take care of yourselves.
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Little White Dress - D/E, June 23 retcon	05 Jul 05 @ 19:38
[voyeurs only] Thursday, June 23, Los Angeles * Elijah's been rummaging in the top-floor room for suitable pirate-y clothing bits for a little while, and he's already put aside a few ruffled shirts and oddly short pants. It's hot in here, and the smells of dusty sheets and Dom's paints mingle with old fabric scent and warm latex from the most elaborate costumes stuffed in the cupboard, not the nicest scent; Elijah'd rather go back downstairs as soon as possible. He was so sure there must be at least an eye-patch lingering with the gloves and hats, but he can't find it. Downstairs, Dom is packing his normal shit for the London trip, because they've decided to go straight from the island to the UK; Lij's suitcase has been ready since this morning. An umpteenth scarf falls out of the suspended drawer Lij rummages in for the elusive eye-patch. He crouches to pick it up and his eyes find a white carton box sitting at the back on the lowermost shelf, a box he has no memory of. Knowing Dom's untidiness it might be more paint supplies, or extra nail-polish bottles put by mistake in the clothes cupboard... But it's not, and when Elijah pulls it free, puts it on the floor and lifts the lid, his breath catches. ( Extraordinarily nice ) He has to take the shoes off again to get the panties on, and then he spends a full minute arranging his cock, no longer flaccid, in the tight, silky, girl-shaped things. It's unbelievable how turned on he is with only this, preparing, anticipating Dom's reaction when he sees it all. ( Guaranteed to blow your mind ) Leaning forward, very deliberately, Dom puts his parted lips against Lij's thigh. Lij swallows a gasp. "--Wet," he murmurs, surprised to hear his voice so low and croaky. He's stunned by the power the simple touch has on him, riveting him to his seat with desire and something like fear all mingled. Raising his eyebrows, Dom asks, "Are you?" He slides the dress up slowly still higher, following with his mouth. "Are you putting a damp spot on the silk under there?" ( Wanna try? ) Lij hesitates again, but his mouth is faster than his brain. "I'm... a little slut?" It comes out too thin, too quiet; Elijah swallows and tries better, "Your, your little slut. Whore-- I, please-- I would want-- if you'd touch me..." He bends his head, eyelashes lowering, tone dropping. "Please." ( Insatiable an appetite )

Delivery for zooey	18 Jun 05 @ 01:40
Sent Wed. June 15, in a nicely wrapped package, with a note. Hey, galaxy-traveling stranger, are you back around these parts? Long time no see! So anyway, I was thinking of you and, well. I know diamonds are a girl's best friend, ( but... )
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Reprieve - Dom/Elijah, June 5 retcon	14 Jun 05 @ 03:08
[voyeurs only] June 5, LA, after The Chair and Relief. * Lij steps out of the tub and plasters himself all wet and shivery against Dominic before Dom has time to wrap the fluffy bathtowel around his body. Dom laughs softly and circles his arms around him, starts to pat his back dry. "Feeling all right, then...?" Elijah nods and stretches his arms up slowly, taking a small step back to let him work. "Yeah. A bit... limp, but good." Impulsively, he kisses Dom's chin. "You?" "Very, very happy," Dom answers quietly, squeezing him. "Me too. Yeah. Thank you," Elijah says. It must be the fiftieth time he's said it, but it keeps rolling easily off his tongue. Maybe because he's a little uncertain, and it's easy to resort to that. Or maybe because he's not sure Dom is really hearing how much he means it. ( it gains the more it gives ) Despite his good sense and his desire to settle the emotion, Elijah thinks back to the scene, the madness of the sensations and worse, the thoughts that went through him then, the humiliation. Dominic pulls back fractionally, adjusting the interlock of their bodies, squirming back on the pillows. Lij can't help glancing at the plush rug near the dresser off the far wall, the place where he sleeps after mistakes, his usual punishment for failing to serve Dominic properly. It's hard to miss the path of Elijah's gaze, the sweep of his lashes and the furrow of his brow as he looks toward the floor. Dominic cups Elijah's jaw and directs his focus back toward Dom. "You belong here with me." ( and it rises with the fall )

Rachel and Elijah talk - May 13th, Wellington	12 Jun 05 @ 20:40
[voyeurs only] Friday May 13th, evening in a pub in Wellington, New Zealand. * Holding two beer bottles in one hand, Rachel gives Billy's arse a quick grope as she passes the pool table where he and Dom are keeping the old rivalry alive. It yields a satisfying yelp and a rebuke from Billy, and a laugh from Dom. Rachel keeps going towards their table, swaying her hips a little as she walks, hoping they're watching her retreat. Setting one of the beers in front of Elijah, she slides into the seat next to him so she can see over towards the pool table, and admires the view as Dom bends over to take a shot. "I think it might be a while before we see them again." ( indeed )

[public] Proceed with cushion	11 Jun 05 @ 23:01
Thursday June 9 I'm all full of thoughts today. Just came back from an interesting meeting - music stuff, testing the waters for a label still, partnerships or deals or what - which was made a bit odd by the fact that I just couldn't sit still; it hurts too much, at least it did on those cheap office chairs. It made for a real enthusiastic discussion, though, because once I was up again on my feet I sort of had to keep moving and gesturing with my arms not to appear too weird, you know, just standing there. No matter how many 'hos' and 'cunt' and 'fuck' litter the music these guys do, there's no one I'd feel comfortable with enough to tell them, dude, can't sit, my ass hurts like a mofo (yo). It's not anybody's business but mine... And that's not to speak of the rampant, half-self-loathing homophobia in that milieu. ( Anyway ) Music: Kanye West - "We Don't Care"
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The Chair - D/E, June 5	09 Jun 05 @ 21:12
[voyeurs only] Sunday, June 5, LA. * ( at a better pace  ) Everything seems to point toward a stretch of denial, from Dominic teasing him to hardness in the bar to his stance now, close but not enough, tantalizing. Elijah's grateful for the hints, for the chance to prove he can do it and wants it, this, any moment where Dominic tightens a fist around the immaterial leash and demands the devotion Elijah's willing to give. ( slower and more controlled ) By the time Dom tips away from the kiss, Elijah's whole body is rigid again; Lij blinks up at him, a faint tremble in his lower lip. Dom wonders fleetingly if he might actually exhaust Elijah beyond Lij's capacity for orgasm. That won't do. It's difficult to think about stopping, though, when it's such a visual feast, so much fair blushed flesh bound in leather and metal. Elijah lies, stretched and fixed in place like a butterfly, with the pin juddering through him again and again. ( no chance of escape )

Quicknotes.txt	02 Jun 05 @ 14:45
[Edited out on Sunday from there] * OH FUCK almost forgot - I found this cockring surfing the web yesterday-- gotta make an order before I forget, it matches the ring, well, almost only, but enough that I need it for Dommie. SHOPPING! **Note for later: get the ring out of hiding, ponder what to do.** Also, make Dom change the piercing jewelry again, tomorrow after shower? Done.

[private] Weekend thoughts	01 Jun 05 @ 22:11
Saturday May 28th, late afternoon We took Dom's collar off today. Nothing earth-shattering; of course, we took it off and put it back on a lot each time we went out to do things and shit. Today it was for good - for good for now, whatever that means anyhow - because it felt right; we both thought it was enough of that for the time being, and there's the 3-days weekend family thing and, I dunno. Guess Dom's feeling more domly again and I wouldn't mind going down... ( Read more... ) Mood: grateful Music: Billy Corgan - Walking Shade

In The Rough - D/E - NZ retcon	27 May 05 @ 12:16
[voyeurs only] Wellington, Thursday May 5th * Coming back from his morning workout, Dom isn't just dripping with sweat; he's dirty and grass-stained too, yanking Elijah's attention away from his re-read of So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish. "Hey, are you okay? You look like you got dragged backwards through the woods." "I did, a bit," Dom answers, pulling his shirt off over his head; balling it up, he uses it to sponge off his face and neck. "I thought I'd finish off my workout with a jog down the shop, and on the way, I saw these blokes cutting down this bloody great bough that was tangling in the electrical wires, yeah?" Elijah puts the book aside and stands, coming over. "Yeah? And you chained yourself to the tree in protest?" ( I'm hanging off a branch ) "I know," he says low and close, "we'll keep it simple; I want to fuck you, hard, just open my fly and ram into you with barely any prep and I want you to let me, grab hold of the headboard behind you and hang on and keep the noise low. I'll gag you with my hand if you can't." Dom's eyes widen, but right away he ducks his head, signaling obedience. "All right." He looks up at Elijah again, evenly, straightens properly on the bed and grabs the headboard. With a tone somehow both rough and coaxing Lij continues, commands, "Tell me you want this." He takes Dom's ankles and spreads him open, watching him, crawling closer as his hands let go to work on his own fly. His hard-on's full now, his cock tingling when he frees it from his jeans, warm in the palm of his hand. "I want this." Dom returns his gaze long enough to answer at first, then shuts his eyes, breathing out slow, lips parted. "I want this." ( I'm teetering on the brink )

Calling Jude - March retcon	18 May 05 @ 16:48
[voyeurs only] March 2nd, LA - NO, the day before this. * The call with Sheila ends and Elijah's left in the same state of uncertainty he was in before his phone rang. Nothing new, nothing on the fax, the asshole doesn't take the calls from her office. It could be reassuring-- it is, slightly, Sheila's and Sara's expert assessments suggest he doesn't have a thing and can't produce shit... But it can also mean that what he has is so solid he feels comfortable sitting on it, in his own trash throne made of impeccable glossy proof. Elijah thumbs his phone, going through the address book a bit mindlessly. Talking to someone about something else could be fun, for a change. Jane, Jeanine, Jef, Jeff, to be honest Elijah's not sure he can talk about anything else for long, his thoughts veer away from the topic but they always come back to it, englued like a fly in a spiderweb, curling in space like a boomerang. Jodd, Jude, July, June-- amazing how many girls in this town have months for first names. He scrolls back up as he lights a clove, curious to see if there's a January in there. No. Interesting. Of course parents would bestow spring and summer names. Like Summer Phoenix... He hasn't thought of her in ages. Quirky, and fun, and a bit moody. Kinda like Zo now Elijah thinks of it. Jeff, Jeff2, JJ. Fucking tabs. Lij taps his cig on the edge of the ashtray, looks around the lounge. It feels so unfamiliar since he's been back. Empty without the dogs and Dom. Even the full shelves of CDs don't make him feel welcome somehow. ( Jodd, Jude. )

Kitten Dormiens - D/E Oahu retcon, Apr. 27th	10 May 05 @ 12:38
[voyeurs only] Oahu, Wednesday April 27th - warning for kitten play Rolling a mouthful of pineapple juice in his mouth, Dom sets his ice-clinking glass aside and basks in the slanting sun. He's relaxed as a pool of melted butter, stretched out on the chaise longue with Elijah compactly lying on top of him, Lij's legs between Dom's, Lij's arms curled up against Dom's chest. ( kitten dormiens... ) "Feels good," Dom says, his fingers very lightly trailing over Lijah's thighs. "Now how'm I meant to direct that sort of attention elsewhere, hm...? I don't have anything to lure you with. I'll have to think of something else." He moves his free hand over Lijah's head, scritching softly in his hair again, and Lijah jerks his head back and turns to bite at the petting fingers, the purr in his throat interrupted for a moment, only to start again even louder. "Tch!" Dom waggles his hand, but Lijah's jaws stay locked; Lijah places a curled hand on Dom's hipbone, the movement just suggestive enough. "Ah, so this is how I get you focusing elsewhere, hm?" Dom lowers his hand near his groin, hesitating with a hint of a grin. "Only I don't fancy having those teeth sinking into my bits..." ( ..nunquam titillandus )

[locked to notdom] Living Method?	03 May 05 @ 20:32
Cat getting plastic surgery. Bunny with a gun - could be the plane, but what's the relation anyway? Another cat (kinda red pelt, round face, mabe even glasses at some point), doing the autopsy of a burnt cat (!), all shrivelled and black, reduced to coal. * I keep having dreams with animals in them. It's odd. Often cats, in human situations more or less. The other day a cat was fighting to get some kinda plastic surgery done, and then on the plane I had a long involved crime-movie going on featuring a rabbit with a gun and a hat, like a regular Marlowe wannabe, and chasing after.. some thing I forgot. Then I dreamt of a camel, but that I could trace back because Dom told me this story of a camel with a welcoming hump that everybody wants to ride, all while he drew the animal on my back; at last stuff that I could see where it was coming from. ( Lijah's fault? ) Mood: Fantastico
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Email to notdom	14 Apr 05 @ 11:35
From: elijah@establishment.rpg To: notdom@establishment.rpg Date: April 14 2005 (between this & that) Subject: Mister Postman ( Body )
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